There's Nout Much Happening..

Answer's in the title, there really is nothing interesting going on in the world of Carmelo at the moment, so I don't want to waste posts ambling on about things just for the sake of it, I'm here to report about things of interest, if this gets blog gets boring I wouldn't read it, so why should anyone else?! Quick summary:

• I'm still waiting for that answer from that University, the Post-man must be thinking I'm his stalker at the moment...
• I'm working overtime at the "restaurant", trying to drum up extra cash for the coming winter of discontent, student life abound.
• I JUST IRONED MY OWN SHIRT!

(I know, que insults of: Mummy's boy, lazy fat b*****d, chauvinistic pig etc..Extra insults in comment form please, best one wins the satisfaction of the destruction of Carmelo's ego)

• In relation to the ironing, I am going to a Leavers Ball tonight with the Missus, and the shirt. No doubt I will as expected act in a foolish manner, as I really, really cannot handle my drink. Unlike the Missus and her twin who can drink like fish..

Apart from that, the next post will probably be a rant/moan/cry about rejection, or more hopefully a happy and enthusiastic one with lots of "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"'s in it. Also, time is starting to move awful quickly towards September. One way or another, I'm doing this.

Damn Ambulances!

Picture this: The Missus and I, in a large supermarket, and outside what do I spy?
Its only an Ambulance!
So what must I do?
Even though I know the local trucks like the back of my hand, I insist of staring at it like it comes from outer space.

O dear.... I have deep, deep problems regarding staring at the damn things. Wish I could tell you why, I suppose part of it is wishing I was driving it, going out there and helping people, also (really, truly geeky part), I appreciate the design. The beauty, if you can call it that, comes straight from function, which then leads into beauty.
However, what this translates from in Carmelo's world into the real one is a freakish fascination with looking at ambulances both in real life and on the internet, and a damn annoyance to the Missus. Can't blame her for being annoyed though, who wants an ambulance chaser for a boyfriend?!
She does though, and always smiles when my entire face lights up at the slightest sight of an Ambulance.. I love her.
I don't know if you could call it a fetish as such, but if it is any compensation my Dad has the same thing, but for Steam Locomotives. There you go, I can blame it on inheritance. Hooray!

Doesn't help that the local crews always come into work for food (we give them a generous discount), parking straight out the front of the shop. Of course I talk to the guys, nice people, but more often than not I find myself staring at the damn vehicle parked out front.

A colleague put it very well when he caught me staring today: "That's your dream car init?" to which I replied "Yup.".

Internal Worries about University

Here's that expanded post..
Basically, I have an offer for one University at the minute, which, in all fairness is a bit pathetic.

Now while I am extremely glad that I have this offer, something inside me is deeply unsettled about the Uni I have the offer with. Going there will involve leaving all that I love quite a trek away, including my girlfriend and family. I'm sure that some of it is down to nerves about leaving home etc, but the rest of it I can't quite place yet. Which is worrying.
However; I do have a saving grace. I have also applied to another Uni, outside of the UCAS system. This particular Uni does everything I want, I so desperately want an offer from them that I am quite willing to do nasty things to people in order to get one..
But, I don't have that offer yet. I eagerly await the post each and every morning, and will continue to do so until I get an answer. Being honest, having been rejected from 5 Uni's so far is disheartening to say the least, but we live in hope.

The Joys of Hayfever.

ATISCHOO!
I hate, hate, hate, hate having this weakness. Suppose in a way its poetic justice. I've been a life-long vegetarian, so now the plants have taken revenge for me munching through their kin. Its also a health hazard, driving and sneezing is not fun in any way, shape or form, but we must soldier on. Much exam revision to be doing, huge, I mean HUGE exams on Tuesday, although I'm sure that if anybody out there is reading this, they are sick of students moaning about exams, so I won't. I signed up for them didn't I?

Also lots of internal worries about accommodation at Uni, but I'll make a bigger post of that later.

Working with Fast Food

At present, I work in a fast-food restaurant (it shall remain nameless for the sake of privacy), now while I don't really mind the work, lots of people seem to find it degrading. I think it has something to do with the snobbishness of this country that occasionally surfaces, something that annoys me quite a bit. The place I work at is generally quite quiet, the people are pleasant and during the day the CD player is mine.
Yeah sure I do get the occasional member of the public who complains, or is drunk, but being honest I think its just good experience for later in life.
When I do work, I tend to do the actual job with the lower half of my brain, leaving the top half to concentrate on laughing/joking with friends, and to interact with customers. Also working where I am means I don't have to take the tube and risk what happened to edelee today...

Jogging

In a desperate bid to try and get a bit fitter ready for September, I have been trying (and surprisingly), succeeding to go for a run more often. Having just got back from one of these runs feeling hot, bothered, smelly and refreshed, I have discovered that there is something unusually relaxing about it. Jogging along a pavement isolated in my own little world of headphones, listening to the new Red Hot Chili Pepper's album, or various podcasts (so pleased I worked out how to do that), is a great feeling. I might look like a bit of a pillock jogging along, but I like it.

HOWEVER; The flip side of jogging, especially along the road, is that you are often much closer to death than you would like. The route I take goes along a country lane full of blind bends, the number of close-shaves I have already had is frankly worrying. At least if I do get knocked over I get a ride in an ambulance... I know its sad.

The Infamous First Post

Hi, welcome to Carmelo's world. As my blurb has said, I want to become a Paramedic. This ambition has been sitting inside since I was very young, my Dad said at a very young age all I wanted to be was an "ambulance doctor".
I still do, and I am finally pursuing my dream. At present I am an A-level student, just finishing things off. I have applied to various Universities to study Paramedic sciences, with varying degrees of success.......
To this end I have and have always had a slightly strange infatuation with ambulances, which serves as a constant spur to my ambition, and a constant annoyance to my girlfriend. While being slightly unhealthy I am very glad that I'm not alone, as Edelee (http://www.edelee.blogspot.com/) shares it with me.
I have become brutally aware of the various prejudices facing students on these courses, something that does concern me deeply, but unfortunately I do suspect I will encounter this during my time, but wish to be proven wrong on more than one occasion. During this process I have no doubt that I will grow up, and will also develop the rather twisted humour that many ambulance staff enjoy so much.

Ok then, that's it for the moment. This blog will probably be a little bit dead until September when things begin to hot up, but no doubt I will find myself commenting on various events in my world and the rest of it. Saddle up kid, its only just beginning....